wpadmin – Page 35 – Iron Haiku

I am but a leaf
countless among the masses
on the tree of life
–
approaching autumn-
spring leaves
begin to fall

a rain-soaked highway-
the skeletal hand of fate
cuts another thread
–
trapped in amber-
mountains are as
grains of sand

a thousand lifetimes
wasted following the path
of least resistance
–
spring dawn-
first sunrise
seen again

a table for one-
looking for some privacy
and a little peace
–
bryant park-
a blanket
dewy grass

a sidewalk bistro-
over my coffee judging
everyone I see
–
al fresco-
sipping coffee
headphones on

one hapless squirrel-
suddenly half the city
plunged into darkness
–
pulling weeds-
squirrels drop acorns
on my head

this fool’s mask I wear
hides the truth so no one sees
my deformity
–
moonless-
a dim glow
in the attic

awake too early-
the shock of icy water
splashing on my face
–
dawning sun-
the soft glow of
bedroom curtains

well gone past midnight
swimming in the rain, lightning
off in the distance
–
scattered clothes-
midnight at the
swimming hole

seeing you again-
I add a touch of salt to
a long glass of rain
–
ocean spray-
saltwater
stings my lips